It is Honorable
To Fall flat on your
Face for an
Armament.
Trip and fall,
Rise up through the ranks.
The socioeconomic ladder, for that one glorious sight,
ever so heavenly personified in our minds,
To never reach, or
To hold but for a lifetime
before the branch is cut,
And the acorn is cast,
Torn asunder.
Back to square one,
The honor of failure,
the honor of Again...
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